The temperature in the room had risen by several degrees, leaving Elizabeth breathless and flushed and desperately trying to deny that she was turned on by the sight of two men having sex.

She should turn around and leave, she knew, but she remained where she was eyes on the pornographic scene in front of her.

John was laying on his back, legs spread apart and resting against Rodney's chest. His hips moved in a desperate up and down pattern as the scientist fingered the hole in his ass and rubbed his cock.

"Oh, God, Rodney...Rodney..."

Elizabeth swallowed as the words, accompanied by gutteral moans and grunts from Rodney sent a wave of desire through her.

Then, Rodney shifted his position slightly, and at a suprised cry from John, Elizabeth deduced that the astrophysicist had entered the other man. They were still for a moment, and then Rodney began thrusting, muttering under his breath as he did so, while John's voice faded into more primal noises.

Something crashed to the ground outside the lab, not loud enough to disturb the rutting pair on the floor, but enough to snap Elizabeth out of her lust induced stupor. Horrified and ashamed at herself, not because she found the idea of two men hot, but because she felt like a voyeur, she ran from the room.

Unfortunately, even away from that thick atmosphere, Elizabeth still felt the sharp pang of sexual need. Maybe because she hadn't waited around for the conclusion. Or maybe because she hadn't had sex in so long.

Instead of heading for her quarters, she made a beeline for the closest balcony. A nice breeze blew in off the sea, cooling her heated skin, as she gripped the railing so tightly her knuckles went white. In a little while, when she was calmed, she would call John and Rodney and have a talk about appropriate places for 'private matters'.

For now, she focused on thinking about anything and everything except the two men. It didn't work. Every time her brain picked up a thread, it would invariably lead back to the image of the sweaty coupling.

And the real problem.

While John and Rodney having sex had been hot, Elizabeth had found herself thinking idly what it would be like to be the one on the floor, legs pushed up, being pounded into by a man. A man who so very often looked a lot like Radek Zelenka.

She'd been having small, harmless fantasies every now and then about the little Czech involving a little kissing, maybe some snuggling or hand holding. Just things a lonely woman in a leadership position craved but couldn't have, especially with someone she was in charge of.

But now...oh now she dreamed of so much more. Of being stroked and caressed and licked and...and of stroking and caressing and licking in return. Of doing all these things with no one but Radek.

"Some people should leave warnings," a low voice muttered in disgust from behind her; the same voice that she had been imagining whispering wicked things in his own tongue as he fondled her breasts.

"Dr. Weir?"

Elizabeth turned to face him with what she hoped was a concerned, yet helpful expression, wincing as her fingers protested at moving after being locked into place. "Dr. Zelenka. Something I can do for you?"

Was that a tremor in her voice?

He had been staring at her, his blue eyes intense in their scrutiny, but now he jumped and gave her a guilty look. "I uh...look for you in lab, but found..." he broke off and shook his head, waving his hand in dismissal, "is not important what I found. I asked a soldier and he said you came here."

"Oh? What did you need to see me about?"

"Hm?"

She really wished he wouldn't blink at her like that, with that befuddled look. It did things to her body that she didn't want to think about.

"You said you were looking for me...?" she prompted. Yes, that was definitely a tremor.

"Ah, yes. I have reports for you." He held up a pad, an eager look in those sharp eyes, making him look like a puppy waiting for praise from his master.

And that analogy sent her mind right back into the gutter as a new scenario presented itself. A startingly clear image of Radek tied to the bed while she she loomed over him with a feather in her hand.

Her mouth went dry at that, and her hands trembled as she took the pad from him. She didn't trust herself not to say something she shouldn't, so kept it shut.

"Are you well?"

Nodding mutely, she tried to smile at him, but it ended up more a grimace.

Concerned, he reached for her, saying, "I'll contact Carson..."

"No!" Elizabeth quickly asserted, "No, I'm fine. I just..." want to take all your clothes off and do unspeakable things to your body, her mind finished for her.

"You walked in on Sheppard and McKay." It was a statement of fact, and now she was able to give him a half-hearted smile. "Yes, it can be quite traumatising. They like to play in public places."

His arm settled into place around her shoulders in a comforting manner, but all Elizabeth could think about was how good it felt. How close he was. How the scent of him teased at her nostrils.

"It does not help that Kavanaugh has set off Ancient aphrodesiac," Radek added casually, before his teeth captured her earlobe, teasing the sensitive skin there.

"Oh..." Elizabeth breathed, a tremor running through her, "That...that's nice. An aphrodesiac, hm? Well that explain...oh!"

His mouth had moved from her ear to her neck, and he was attacking it with a singleminded ferocity, sucking and biting alternately, leaving his mark.

This proved to be Elizabeth's undoing, her mind shutting down in favor of the sensations he was causing, uncaring of the consequences of their actions as his fingers slid up her shirt to tweak a pert nipple. She wouldn't have been able to say no, even if she wanted to.

XXX

Several weeks later, after the whole aphrodesiac experience had been dealt with, Elizabeth stood at the foot of her bed, gazing down at her lover. A naked Radek was stretched out on the bed, his tied to the end of it and his arms tied to the headboard. He was completely at her mercy. She grinned wickedly and pulled out a feather.